This is an old fav of mine. It is a joy to read again. I love the idea of taking someone's else's ideas and washing them in the cool, clear water at the edge of your mind. There is such a slow, dreamy feeling to this. I could could just drift down stream on your words. Lovely.
The metaphors are great in this poem and the last two stanzas tie the whole poem up nicely. The details allow me to picture a woman sitting at the side of a river quietly thinking and reflecting on life.
Your words are a resplendant reflection of admiration and wonder...of inspiration that Anyone who has delved into the depths of an essence...which dares to soar above standard criterion and shine brighter than sun...to cast a rainbow into a crowd of grey....Knows in heated pulse of heart
This is an superbly beautiful, tonal piece
an absolutely delightiful melody carried on an inspired sigh...
. oh, emily ... this is one of the most beautiful odes i have ever read to the whole process of pausing and reflecting ... "letting my thoughts collect gently into coherent, cohesive ideas" ... is a tenet ... a dose of wisdom ... that is life-enriching beyond measure ... and that shiny pebble is such a beautiful image and metaphor ... overwhelmed i am ... ravishing poetry ...
you always get straight to the soul of matter...the natural flow...the nature of things...you treat everything with equal tenderness...and as reflection...it caresses you and in turn we are one with empathy...my mind flourishes when it views so expansive a vista....
this is a very well written poem,subject to various interpretations. thats whats great about poetry. we can read into it whatever we want it to be. I enjoyed this poem
"Softly flowing words
carry me beyond myself,
to the far reaches
of everything
I've never known."
--- a wonderful stanza! I think that should be the ending, actually. A great poem, wonderful pithy lines that have a huge impact, and great little stanzas that flow, one from the other, like a cool spring. Thanks for this read - it's nice imagery really helped bring my day to a nice close, uplifting and sweet.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..